I’m sad there’s not more Owen content on this app so here’s my request:
You’re really close to the cast, especially Owen and Charlie. One day you are a little too close to Charlie and Owen gets jealous.
A secret relationship where YN has to kiss someone else in a scene and Owen gets mad. He kisses yn right after
Owen Joyner x Reader
Warning: swearing, jealousy, kissing, my usual attempts at being funny which may be painful to some.
Note to Anon: I agree anon! I think the Owen content dwindled after the “Owen’s secret tumblr” scare, bc I know that had me so paranoid. I literally have a list of usernames in my drafts of my mutuals that I secretly suspected of being Owen at the time…💀 ANYWAY, I love this idea and I’m definitely going to elaborate on it, so thank you for sending it in! I decided to do both, so I hope you enjoy!💖
“Places in five, everyone!” Stella shouted, earning a chorus of thank yous from myself and the rest of the cast members at the craft service table.
It was only 7am, yet the lot was in full swing. We were already shooting our 2nd scene of the day. Most of the cast wasn’t called to set until around ten, so it was a bit less hectic than usual… which wasn’t saying much.
I reported to hair and makeup so that Sawyer could approve. I’d just had breakfast so I wanted to ensure everything was still as it was supposed to be. Luckily, the professional gave me the O.K. and sent me on my way.
Even after three and a half months of filming, I still got those nervous jitters. They used to be much worse, so I was grateful that I’d made a bit of progress. However, there was only one thing that could magically make the nerves dissolve.
“What’ll it be this time? I’m guessing a shoulder massage based on the way you’re playing with your bracelet.” Owen made his presence known, his voice suavely integrating itself into the typical bustling background noise.
I turned my head to look up at my boyfriend, resisting the urge to kiss him on the cheek as he rested his hands upon my shoulders. To this day, I still wonder how I managed to get so lucky.
As much as I wished I could give him a quick peck, we’d both agreed to keep our relationship a secret. We’d only been together for around a month, so we didn’t want to make things weird for everyone else if we happened to break up. It also made things easier in terms of the show, since both of our characters had developing relationships with other costars.
“Thank you babe, that feels good. I’m a bit nervous for this scene. Charlie and I haven’t had the chance to rehearse it together and I don’t wanna fuck it up.” I tell him truthfully, rolling my neck as he continues to massage my shoulders.
“You’ll be fine, I promise. I still mess up my lines sometimes, you know Kenny doesn’t care. Plus, you and Charlie are the experts of getting scenes in one take—this’ll be no exception.”
“You always know what to say, O.”
I turn to face him, holding his chin in my fingers and making a scrunched face at him. He was about to pat my head before realizing he’d mess up my hair. Suddenly, the actors were called to the set.
“That’s my cue!” I sing out, skipping over to the fake garage setup.
“Break a leg!”
Owen sat in your designated chair behind the camera, watching you sit down on the couch for your first mark of the scene. Charlie shows up no more than a second later, standing off to the side as Luke will enter once the cameras start rolling.
He can’t hear what you two are talking about, but whatever Charlie said made you laugh. Sure, Charlie was funny, but not that funny. Usually Owen was the only one who could get that reaction out of you.
He took a deep breath—he was being overprotective. He hated that jealous side of himself, but he felt it was justified at times.
Especially since Charlie had subtly hinted at finding you attractive. It was nothing but a quick conversation and it probably meant nothing, but hearing someone say something about his girlfriend and not being able to say anything was no easy task. The words burned into Owen’s brain…
++ flashback ++
“Man, isn’t Y/N the best? She’s always so nice to everyone, not to mention helpful.” The brunette told the blonde in the men’s bathroom one day last week.
“Yeah, she’s awesome.” Owen replied, not wanting to be overly enthusiastic. He couldn’t risk raising suspicions.
“Wanna know what else I noticed?” Charlie asked, turning to face his best friend. Owen looked down at him, his expression not giving away a thing.
“What?” This oughtta be good, he thought to himself.
“She’s got the most beautiful eyes! They just suit her personality, the way they shine. The way she smiles is cute too. She’s like a princess or something.”
“Where’s all this coming from?” As much as he didn’t want to hear someone he considered a brother talking about Y/N like this, he’d already heard the beginning of it; and Owen was quite curious as to what Charlie had to say.
“We just just ran the lines for the upcoming scene, and it just dawned on me.”
“Ah, okay. Cool.”
“I probably won’t do anything about it though. She’s great and all, but I don’t want to risk losing our friendship, you know?”
“Yeah, I get that.”
++ end of flashback ++
The scene was intense, to say the least. Charlie and Y/N’s characters were in the middle of a huge argument about how their bickering was getting in the way of the band.
Luke had walked in on Hannah talking to Julie about wanting to quit the band, and before she could explain anything, Julie had to go to school, leaving the two ghosts to work it out themselves.
“You act like being dead, becoming a ghost, and joining a band with a random teenage girl who’s alive but can see us is normal! It totally isn’t, man! It totally isn’t!” Y/N stood up, starting to pace around the room.
“You’re being dramatic Han. Even Alex is handling this better than you, and that’s saying a lot!” Charlie spoke, raising his voice slightly. He sat down and watched her walk around in a panic.
“Yeah, well Alex has a ghost boyfriend that is helping him through this. The band is just a bonus for him at this point! Even Reggie has other priorities, he’s practically Julie’s brother!” Y/N’s shouts were passionate and extremely convincing. Owen felt immersed in the scene, even as a character in the fictional universe.
“That may be true, but we all know how important it is to play the Orpheum. Even if they have other things going on, our unfinished business is everyone’s top priority!”
“Is it really though, Luke? Alex just found love… in the afterlife! He's not going to give that up so he can cease to exist for the rest of eternity. Reggie finally has the family he's always wanted, and they don't even know he exists! You really think he's willing to give up something he spent his entire life wishing for?”
“I’m the only one here who’s a hundred percent about the band! You’re too busy worrying about everything to care!”
“Are you? Because I bet you if Julie said the word, you’d stay here with her. You also have parents that still celebrate your birthday, even after twenty five years! You know what I have? Nothing! All I had was Sunset Curve and that was all I needed! It’s still the only thing I need! But since you three all seem fine jumping ship for people and things that will eventually leave you, maybe I should just take Caleb’s offer. At least then I could keep playing music.”
“You can’t take Caleb’s offer!” Charlie yells, taking a step closer to Y/N.
“Oh,” She raises an eyebrow. “And why’s that?” Crossing her arms in defiance, Y/N looks into her costar’s eyes, feigning anger.
“Forget it. Neither of us have time for this. Tell the guys and Julie that I don’t expect them to understand, but I love them. I hope you can forgive me someday.” The actress turns to “walk through” the garage door, only to have her wrist be caught in Charlie’s grasp.
“Please don’t do this.” His voice trembles, and Y/N has to really focus in order to avoid how impressed she is by Charlie’s ability to cry on command.
“You’re acting like I want to do this, Luke. I don’t. There’s so much I never got to do when we were alive—so much we never got to do,” The tears begin to well up in her eyes, suddenly becoming aware of just how emotional the scene really is. “This isn’t easy. In fact, it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. But I have no other choice.”
“That’s not true! Listen, I know things haven’t been working out in your favor lately, but please don’t leave. Don’t leave me, Hannah.” Luke pulls the fellow ghost close to him, resting his hands on her shoulders.
“Stop it! Please, just let me go!” Y/N is full-on sobbing now, hitting her fists against Charlie’s chest to push him away.
Through it all, he holds her tight, his biceps contracting as he envelopes her in a hug, stroking her hair and shushing her cries.
“Please, you have to let go. I can’t stay here. I can’t watch everybody leave me.”
“I’m right here. Nobody is going anywhere.”
“But we don’t know that! What if all it takes for Alex to cross over is to find true love? He could be kissing Willie right now! And what if Reggie’s unfinished business is just to convince the entire Molina family that ghosts exist? And–” she pauses.
Y/N takes a deep breath, feeling the tears rolling down her cheeks to her chin, then reaching her neck.
“All it’ll take for you is one more performance. One more back-and-forth on the mic with Julie and you’ll disappear into thin air like that British Spider-Man.” She can’t help but scoff incredulously as she says the line, having to pretend she isn’t with the times.
“That will never happen.”
“You two have the most insane chemistry! It’s gonna happe–”
“No it won’t.”
“Yes, it will!”
“Hannah, listen to me! It’s not going to happen.”
“Luke, listen to me when I say that I know you’re going to leave m–”
My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as I watched the two of them kiss. Y/N never mentioned that she’d have to kiss Charlie! Why wouldn’t she tell me?
After a few seconds, they separated, looking at each other with wide eyes. I couldn’t tell if Charlie was acting or not, which scared me. The fact that he’d recently shared his feelings towards my girlfriend with me, it made my blood boil. I hated the feeling of jealousy, but it was too late to stop it.
“I want you, Hannah. Scratch that, I need you. Julie’s an awesome girl, and yes, we create awesome music together. But you’re the reason I can even make music. Every love song, every stupid rhyme and throwaway lyric that we play while we wait for the other two bozos to show up; they’re all for you. Every single note.. it’s yours the minute it leaves my brain.”
“I love you, Hannah. You need to stay because I love you too much to let you go. I know it’s selfish and I know I’ve been a total jerk ever since we left that dark room where Alex cried. I can’t go back and change how I behaved, but if I could I would make sure you knew how much I love you and need you in my life—well, afterlife.”
Y/N dove back into Charlie’s arms, the cameras whizzing around the two of them as they finished acting out the scene. I didn’t bother paying close attention, too far in my head after what I’d just witnessed.
It wasn’t until Kenny yelled ‘cut’ that I thought about what I’d say to Y/N when she’d be skipping up to me any moment, asking for my thoughts on the scene.
“Hey blondie, what’s on your mind?” She smiles, the outer corners of her eyes crinkling, showing her genuinely positive attitude.
“Well, I just watched my best friend kiss you, so that’s taking up most of my thoughts.” I spoke a bit stiffer than I’d intended, but it didn’t seem to faze her.
“Ooh,” she teased. “Is somebody jealous?” I rolled my eyes, hoping she’d drop it and we could just go back to her trailer and make out before the next scene.
“Oh my god, you are!” She gasped, grabbing a hold of my hand in surprise and partially out of some weird type of pity.
“Maybe…” I grumbled. “Can we just go back to your trailer before hair and makeup snatch you away from me again?” I ask, turning in the direction of the exit, gesturing to the door with my thumb.
“OJoy, you have nothing to worry about. I’m with you aren’t I? Charlie’s a bit of a flirt, but I’m more into drummers that tweet whatever pops into their head.” She gives finger guns and clacks her tongue against the the roof of her mouth to mimic the sound of the triggers.
“How many nicknames are you gonna give me?” I chuckle. As much as I pretend to hate them, I actually adore the amount of creativity she has in order to come up with so many different titles for me.
“As many as I possibly can, Hutch.”
“Hutch? As in like, Starsky and Hutch?”
“Yup.” She seemed quite proud of herself as she gave a firm nod.
“I don’t get it.” I deadpanned, looking at Y/N blankly.
She let out a heavy sigh.
“Two thousand four; a movie adaptation of Starsky and Hutch is released. Starsky is played by Ben Stiller and Hutch by the one and only…”
“Owen Wilson!” She cheers, another voice joining her. Charlie has sprung into the conversation, and I greet my best friend.
Now, I’d never ever get mad at Charlie, especially not over a fake scene that meant nothing to either of them. However, the little green monster residing in my gut was telling me otherwise, so I felt a bit uncomfortable despite having no ill feelings towards the guy.
“Dude, you totally crushed that scene!” Y/N exclaimed, quickly putting an arm around the brunette, giving him a tight squeeze.
“Me? You absolutely owned that, Hannah Banana!” Charlie laughed, ruffling her hair playfully.
“You were both great!” I complimented. I meant it; of course I meant it! It just felt fake hearing it come out of my mouth knowing what was festering deep inside me.
“Thanks, man. I’m so pumped for the next scene! I love getting to rock out with everyone. I better go get ready! See you in a bit!” Charlie was already bouncing on the balls of his feet before taking off towards the exit.
“Whew! For a second, I thought you were gonna rip his head off! You know, for an actor, you kinda suck at hiding your emotions.”
“Wedding Crasher, you literally looked like you wanted to pull his intestines out through his mouth!”
“Uh, ew! And please don’t tell me you just referenced another movie with Owen Wilson.”
“Afraid so, Sprouse Triplet Separated at Birth.”
“That one wasn’t even good!”
“Says you! I’ll have you know, Charlie finds my sense of humor delightful!”
“Was that supposed to make me jealous? Because all that told me was that Charlie’s sense of humor sucks.”
“And that’s why you’re best friends.”
“Why I oughtta…”
“Relax, Haymitch. I’m just busting your chops a little bit. It’s a mix of embarrassing and adorable that you think Charlie’s some type of ‘Mr. Steal Your Girl’ or something.” She laughs, but looks up at me for confirmation that I was okay.
I really was fine, I just hated the fact that I got a hint of that envious feeling in the first place, and it caused me to dwell on it. I pulled Y/N close to me, wrapping my arms around her and kissing the top of her head.
“I hope you know how much I love you.” My words came out just above a whisper, and I felt my face heat up. I doubted she would’ve heard me, but even saying the words out loud at all was enough to freak me out. They were true, one hundred percent, but it was the first time either of us said it out loud.
I feel Y/N tense up under my touch, and she slowly recoils from the embrace. She looked up at me, her angelic smile slowly forming on her lips. I felt a huge weight being lifted off my shoulders—she felt the same.
“Almond Joyner, did you just say what I think you said?” She eyes me with an inquisitive, yet childish expression.
“That depends on what you think I said… and by the way, Haymitch is played by Woody Harrelson.” I muttered, knowing I wasn’t brave enough to consciously say the three words again.
“Middle-aged actors with medium length blonde hair. That’s the criteria that must be met in order to become inspiration for your nicknames.”
Without another word, Y/N gets on her tiptoes and reaches up to kiss me. I was taken aback, considering we’d agreed to keep our relationship lowkey. To be fair, telling her I love her wasn’t very lowkey, so I couldn’t really blame her. I kissed back, not caring if anyone saw.
We parted after a moment, the short kiss still managing to leave us somewhat breathless. I knew I was grinning like an idiot, but I couldn’t help it. This girl truly makes me happy and if she loves me like I love her, then she loves me, even with my dorky, lovesick smile.
“I knew it!”
Y/N and I turned around to find Charlie, jogging over to us with his arm outstretched, finger pointed in our direction.
“Ha, Jer owes me twenty bucks!” He laughs, clapping his hand on my shoulder jovially.
“What are you talking about?” Y/N tilted her head to the side, looking at my best friend like he had a second nose.
“You and Owen are a thing! I totally called it, by the way.” His expression was smug. I just decided to laugh awkwardly.
“We are?” I asked jokingly, looking over to Y/N, silently trying to figure out what we should say.
“It’s okay, O,” She reassures me with a pleasant smile. Directing her attention back to Charlie, she continues, “Yeah, we’ve been together for a little bit.”
“All I know is that I better be the best man at your wedding!” Charlie exclaims, bursting out laughing.
“You are such a goober, Gillespie!” Y/N replies, playfully shoving Charlie’s shoulder as she laughs.
“Oh, and don’t worry buddy, I was just joking last week. I wanted to see if you’d say anything.” He reaches out to slap the side of my arm.
“You’re an ass, you know that?”
“At least I have an ass!”
Next thing I knew, Charlie and I were wrestling on the couch in the garage while Y/N filmed us. She wasn’t a very good referee during our smackdowns; she mostly just filmed us and shouted “Fight! Fight! Fight!” the entire time.
I was just glad we didn’t have to worry about keeping things on the down-low anymore. The only worry I had was how Mads, Jadah, and Sav would react. They’d bugged me for weeks, trying to convince me to ask Y/N out. Little did they know, by week three of their nagging, we’d already gone on our first date. Well, I guess it wasn’t really a date; we just rode razor scooters around the parking lot early in the morning before anyone had arrived to the set. We got coffee and just made conversation, talking about how we got into acting and music.
When filming was done for the day, I met Y/N outside her trailer. We decided to go out to dinner, but both of us agreed to nothing fancy.
“Hey, Lightning McQueen!” She waved, descending the steps and jogging up to me.
“Hey yourself,” I copied her greeting, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. “I’m choosing to ignore yet another terrible Owen Wilson nickname, Have I told you how beautiful you are?”
“Let me think,” she pauses, looking out into the distance to appear deep in thought. “If I recall correctly, it was just yesterday that you called me a ‘crusty beetle’ hmm?”
“Well that’s because you were acting like a crusty beetle.”
“What even is a crusty beetle? Regardless, it wouldn’t hurt to hear you tell me how beautiful you think I am once more…” Y/N looks up at me sweetly, batting her eyelashes comically.
“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Something, something, lemme smash.” I grin like a fool and stifle my laughter upon seeing the look of disgust on Y/N’s face.
Her expression shows that she’s less than impressed, but I catch her lips quiver as she tries to suppress a smile. She folds her arms to convey that she’s serious, but it only makes her break into a fit of giggles.
“You truly are a treasure, Lightning McQueen.”
“Is my name just a suggestion to you?” I ask.
“Yes,” She beams, arching her eyebrows devilishly. “But you love me anyways!”
“That I do,” I told her. “I adore beautiful and talented crusty beetles.”
“That’s me! And I love you, Owen Patrick Joyner.”
“So you do know my name!”
We spent the rest of the night in the Wendy’s parking lot talking, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company. After that night, I knew deep down that Y/N was it for me. She was the only one who could make me laugh in a way where my lungs feel tight and full of fresh air all at once. She was the only one who could calm my nerves and give me that extra boost of confidence for when I doubted myself.
I may not have realized it right away, but when I think about love and what I want out of it, the only thing that comes to mind is the two of us in my car, singing to ABBA, and dipping french fries in our frosties while talking about nothing and everything.
I hope this was okay! I’m sorry it took me so long to finish. I always have trouble writing things based on real people for some reason. Anyway, I’m sorry if this totally sucked. I tried to make it cute and a bit stupid in terms of the jokes and stuff, but hopefully you enjoyed it! <3
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